(Do tell.)
::
They gaze and graze and guzzle,
stopping over the winter stream.
Somebody wished on a star,
but put a stopper in the jar.
Don’t ask the geese, they’ve
got enough flop. (Full stop.)
Corn pops
then stops.
How do I love these? Let
me stop this bullybreeze.
Keep the change, I’m
all soul-shopped out.
I’ve got this, and
how. Stop it now.
::
Quickly, day 29.
“How do I love these? Let
me stop this bullybreeze. ” – Damn.
All soul shopped out! Love it!